"We should keep the details about this Mecha to ourselves and not share them outside," He Bi said intentionally glancing at Liu Fufeng. Liu Fufeng looked slightly startled, then nodded.
In the silence, the two seemed to reach a consensus.
Chu Jiaojiao and the others, one by one, expressed that they had no interest in spreading the word.
Little Golden Dragon nestled in Ji You's arms, with its head drooping, looking like a frostbitten eggplant, dispirited.
Ji You reached out, rubbed its head, and said, "Mecha, life is like this. Storms are everywhere, ready to catch us off guard at any moment. But, after the storm comes the dazzling rainbow, a spotless clear sky."
"If you trust me, let's join hands and strive for that rainbow and spotless sky."
"Mecha?" Ji You raised her voice.
